I’ve finally come to the realization that with a disability I will have to hide my pride. Go to every doctor’s appointment, ask for help and realize that no question is ever stupid. My life requires continual maintenance. I just need to praise Him for having access. I’m tired of the fear. I’m having to lay every anxiety to the side. I’m worthy. I’ve fought for everything and everyone. I need to fight for me. The world tells me I don’t deserve it, but He says I do. God, I claim good health, and abundant joy. I claim it. I will prosper and not fail. Claim it too.